I am so scared sometimes, and then I realize that I'm hungry. I'm so angry sometimes, and then I realize that I'm hungry. I'm realizing that a lot of things in my life revolve around food, and if I've had enough. Everyone, I want you to meet my tape worm. Ok, so I don't have a tape worm as far as I know but I do know that I can eat and I'm always hungry. Really I shouldn't be surprised since I work out a lot and I have a job that makes me run around and I drive to work in a real piece of crap... Just kidding, I'd never call Missy that.
I was talking to Noah today and he was saying that he ate his own re fried beans today. "What does that mean?" I says.
"Well, it means I ate my own re fried beans, ones I made from scratch."
"What do you have to do to make them from scratch?"
Now, let me tell you I was surprised to find out how exactly to make re fried beans, it takes at least a day and a half. Involving soaking for a day, boiling, simmering, mashing and frying.
"It's really satisfying."
I imagine it is, my first time making bread was a simple Milk Bread which turned out wonderfully. It took a lot of time, I thought, but by the end I was encouraged and satisfied that the work I had done was good. I read Paul and Libby's blog once in a while and I see sometimes that they have recipes on there from time to time. I walk downstairs to see my friends and house mates on the first floor and they're almost always cooking or baking or milling wheat or something. I have lunch with Angela and she makes a phenomenal sandwich from scratch from I don't know what but tastes soooo good!
"I think we're, as westerner's, used to or expect food to be fast. And that's just not the way it is my friend. Good food takes time and the rest of the world knows this."
Sometimes I wander over to a blog that makes me laugh, or cringe most of the time, called Waiter Rant, and there's usually a story about this waiter's day to day in a restaurant. For the most part I think of the service industry when I read it, but sometimes I think of the customers and the kind of service they expect - the speed and perfection expected. Yet, they're still customers and not making the food themselves and that makes us quite delusional.
... I just wanted to write delusional... anyway, the point of all this is I think that I'm going to start making a greater effort toward the quality, and quantity, of my food intake.
I don't know, what do you think?
Maybe I'll start with this.